Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Saiyan Graduate ❯ The Saiyan Graduate ( Chapter 1 )

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The Saiyan Graduate

Vegeta scowled.

He didn't want to be here. In this large, dome-shaped building. On this fucking, Kami-foresaken planet.

But he had no where else to go.

He acted as though he was doing the Briefs a favor by staying at their house. As though they should be honored to have him as a guest, when, in reality, if they hadn't taken him in, he had no idea where he'd be right now.

Probably with that fool, Kakkarot, he thought with a shudder.

There was nothing left for him in space, now that Freeza was dead. His only goal, since he had first been given to the evil lizard transvestite, had been to destroy Freeza, to kill him with his own bare hands, and bring his reign of terror to an end.

And then take over Freeza's empire, creating a new reign of terror to exact revenge on anyone and everyone who had ever stood against the Saiyans.

But it had all come crashing down around him. Everything was gone. Freeza had killed him, then Kakkarot had become Super Saiyan, killing Freeza. Then Vegeta had accidentally been resurrected by the baka humans and their stupid dragon balls, and had ended up here, on the earth, the lousiest mudball of a planet he had ever seen.

After going on a fruitless search for Kakkarot, then coming back to earth only to see some snot-nosed young purple-haired brat slice Freeza up as though he were a loaf of bread, Vegeta had lain in his bed in the guest room at Capsule Corp, and had a revelation.

The universe was a very fucked up place.

He had lost his pride to Kakkarot, and even that blasted boy was able to turn Super! So why couldn't he? He was the fucking Prince of all Saiyans! He should have been the first fucking Super Saiyan, and should have been able to destroy Freeza on his own!

But things were looking up for him. He would train harder than he had ever trained before, and in three years when the androids came, he would beat their asses into the ground, turn Super Saiyan, and kill Kakkarot!

So he had settled himself into life on earth. His days consisted of only three things: Training, eating, and fucking.

One of the very few redeemable things about this planet-other than the gravity room and the massive quantities of food provided to him-was Mrs. Briefs.

The older, ditzy blonde woman had been coming on to him since he first moved in. Left unsatisfied in her marriage by Dr. Brief's impotency and refusal to use Viagra, she had turned to the closest available man to satisfy her desires. After a token resistance, Vegeta gladly gave in to her seduction, and started fucking the horny adulteress.

He had learned shortly after that he wasn't the first younger man she had used in lieu of her husband-not that Vegeta cared. To him, she was just another piece of ass. But what had shocked him were the names of some of her previous lovers: Yamcha had been the first. He had been dating Bulma, and came over to the house frequently when the two were teenagers. Mrs. Briefs had begun eying him, and noticed that he seemed sexually frustrated-Bulma had been too wily and virtuous to put out before marriage. So, Mrs. Briefs had suggested a little affair with the younger man, and he had eagerly jumped at the chance to have sex with someone so experienced.

After Yamcha had finally managed to get Bulma in bed a few years later, he had reluctantly broken it off with Mrs. Briefs, knowing that they couldn't keep it secret much longer if they continued to see each other. Mrs. Briefs had accepted the loss, and moved on to another of her daughter's friends, Krillin. After growing bored with him, she had moved on to Master Roshi, Oolong, and finally, Tien.

Then when Vegeta came along, she knew she had struck gold. So she nabbed onto him as quickly as she could, and they had been carrying on their affair under the noses of Bulma and Dr. Briefs for six months, and neither her husband, nor her daughter ever suspected anything.

During that time, however, things became complicated. Sure, Vegeta loved it when Mrs. Briefs came out to the gravity room in order to "bring him his lunch," but in reality was just there to give him a blow job. But during those same six months, his encounters with her daughter, Bulma, had gone from few and far between to lengthy and often. And the more time he spent with Bulma, the more he wanted her. There was only one reason that he hadn't already seduced her and taken her to bed.

He was fucking her mother.

He knew instinctively that if Bulma ever got wind to what was going on between him and Mrs. Briefs, she would refuse to have anything to do with him. And Mrs. Briefs, for her part, wouldn't keep silent if he dumped her for her daughter. She had been getting very possessive of him lately, and keeping an eye on him whenever Bulma was around. She did her best to keep the two of them apart, but Bulma had been seeking him out more lately.

He knew that she was attracted to him, and that made him want her even more.

But her mother kept getting in the way.

One night, as he lay in bed after having sex with her, Mrs. Briefs got up and put on her robe.

Vegeta raised his eyebrow. "What are you doing?" he asked. Mrs. Briefs never got out of bed until well after dawn. She and her husband didn't share a room anymore, and no one would ever be so foolish as to risk their life by entering Vegeta's room unannounced, so they were safe to rendezvous in his room at night, then have her sneak back to her own room in the morning after everyone else was up.

Mrs. Briefs turned to him, a serious expression on her face. The sad part was that her serious expression looked so comical that Vegeta nearly burst out laughing at the very sight of it.

"Promise me you'll stay away from Bulma," she said.

Vegeta frowned. "No one tells me what to do, Mrs. Briefs," he barked. Even though he took a great deal of pleasure in calling Bulma `woman' to her face, he couldn't do the same with her mother. For some reason, he always called her Mrs. Briefs-even in bed!

Mrs. Briefs had frowned then, and Vegeta had been shocked to see all the wrinkles and lines that appeared on her face, especially her forehead, reminding him of her age.

"Promise me you'll stay away from her," she said again.

This time it was Vegeta's turn to get out of bed and confront her, stark naked.

"I will associate with-and fuck-whomever I wish," he growled, "Just because I'm fucking you doesn't allow you to order me around." He glared at her. "The Prince of all Saiyans takes orders from no one, least of all a whore like you!"

Mrs. Briefs stiffened. "What would she think of you," she whispered, a devilish intelligence in her voice and eyes that belied her usual ditziness, "if she knew that you had been raping her mother for months, then forcing me to submit to you with threats to my person and my family?" She looked him straight in the eye as she said that.

Vegeta stepped forward with a snarl. "You wouldn't!"

Mrs. Briefs watched him smugly, confidant that she had won this particular battle. "Promise me."

Vegeta bared his teeth. "Fine." He glared at her. "I promise not to seduce your daughter." He conveniently forgot to promise not to be receptive to any seduction attempts Bulma directed at him, however.

Mrs. Briefs then nodded and let her robe fall to the floor, pooling around her ankles, as she advanced on him, lust written all over her features.

But just as she was about to lean in for the kiss, Vegeta turned away from her and began to dress.

"What are you doing?" It was Mrs. Briefs' turn to ask the question.

"I'm going to train," Vegeta answered gruffly, yanking on his spandex shorts.

Then he walked over to his private balcony, blasted off, and flew to the gravity room, leaving Mrs. Briefs standing naked in the center of his room, confused and alone.

Exactly where Bulma found her two minutes later.

A/N: What will Bulma think when she finds her mom standing naked in the middle of Vegeta's room?!

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